And slowly I faded away
To the thoughts of always being nothing but a subject to my fears
To the nights that cuddled with my tears
And to the day that brought nothing but scares
I gave in to my seemless doubts
and everybody's words became my guide.
Each step I took walking to school brought a long list of my actions in my head
Not being myself became my everyday plan
I had to stay hidden in my hoodie to keep safe from the words I might hear or the faces that became my everyday's terror.
I wasn't me I was someone else.
I could hide my face in that hoodie of mine but not my size,I wasn't the beauty they wanted to see.
I was the bloated fat teenager;they hated.
I couldn't be confident in who I was , I wasn't proud of me, I lost my images to their hate.
There wasn't one pillar to hold my fallen castle within,I just needed to spill and be free then the wind became my diary.
Accepting who I was became difficult but the story changed when I found out who I was.
I realised that I am not just a worthless human or the bloated fat teenager my peers painted.
I raised my hands against the bullying,I raised my hands against all the pictures they painted of me, I said NO to even my thoughts.
I needed no violence to make them stop their ignorance,I just needed to be BRAVE and be proud of my scars cause my scars are the symbol of the thorns I walked through to be who I am
I proud of who I am
I'm proud I'm me 💓
©moralight
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